Baked French Toast with Ella & Louis

It's Sunday (I think!) and that means jazz brunch.  Well, that's what it meant for many, many years before life got too busy and I got too busy and slowly this one consistent anchor in our lives just stopped.  Why did I let that happen?  This is one of the myriad of things I'm asking myself during this quarantine time.  I'm sure I'm far from alone in re-examining the importance of comforting rituals.

Last night I found myself in the kitchen past midnight, following a marathon schoolwork session.  I saw the chunks of almost stale  bread I had been collecting in a bag in the freezer and remembered the recipe that my boys always called "deliciousness." We had all the ingredients so I went ahead and made it.  The beauty of this recipe (besides the flavor and satiating quality) is that it can be assembled the night before. 

Well, I baked it this morning, and put on the old favorite cd, and we ate.  It wasn't a picture perfect time of family togetherness; we couldn't even all sit at the table which is covered with so many projects, but we listened to the favorite old music and we ate the favorite old food and we laughed.  It was delicious and filling and the boys are temporarily quiet so I can get some work done.

Thank you Ella & Louis, you always bring a smile to our faces...